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Chapter 07: Take Me

A bombing at the Capitol during a peaceful rally in support of the Mama Corp bid for a government partnership left eleven dead. The attack, orchestrated by anti-trust extremists, plunged the nation into chaos, with violence escalating even as the vote remained weeks away.

Josh was certain it was all part of someone's plan. Ronald Aldridge, the current president—whom Josh deeply despised—had long been an outspoken opponent of the bill. Aligning with terrorism, however, could cost him dearly in the upcoming election. Defeating terrorists, on the other hand, could be the perfect opportunity to win over the popular vote.

Not that any of it mattered. Josh was bedridden with a head full of pills and tuned in to a disturbing frequency. His body refused to move, and no one in the house so much as batted an eye—it wasn't the first time he'd spent days in bed during a depressive spell.

Monica was immediately called away on charity business to support rallying efforts. Josh suspected this would give her ample time to confirm any lingering suspicions. During this period, Lacy Lovely became his infectious muse, fully aware that she had him wrapped around her finger. Aside from meals, he hardly saw his children, who, unbeknownst to Monica, were escorted to and from school by Martin.

In Monica's three-day absence, he spent nearly every waking moment purchasing Lacy's talents using multiple payment methods to satisfy his hypersexual appetite. She felt closer than ever now. The only thing that felt real.

He was lost in awe. He drooled reaching out to touch her breasts, each the size of his double-wide ornate ebony dresser. The visuals seamlessly displayed on the black and gold-engraved wallpaper—and occasionally on the ceiling when he was too lazy to sit up—were nothing short of mesmerizing. It was like viewing Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel.

He was actually amazed at how much juice he had in the tank. He doubted he could go more than three rounds before passing out in a physical relationship. Yet by early Tuesday afternoon, he'd already gone thirteen despite being rubbed raw and shooting blanks.

"Hi, Daddy-Josh. I'm all yours," she moaned, answering his call. Then, she took a long, relaxed sigh to listen to him drool. "Whaddya wanna do with it, baby?"

Josh grinned with lifeless eyes. "How's my baby girl?" he asked shyly.

The extent of discomfort in his voice was intolerable. It felt like he was fucking with her. "Mmm, so bored without you, Daddy," she forcibly answered.

"That's what I like to hear," he bashfully droned. "There's one problem, though."

"What's wrong?" Lacy asked.

He sighed. "We've never done it face-to-face," he lifelessly suggested.

Her instincts served her correctly. His behavior was unnerving. "Sounds hot! Say less, Daddy. I got you!"

"Yeah?" Josh smiled uncomfortably. "Let's do it."

"Yes! Of course! I'd be so gagged, Daddy. Please show me your face. I'd love it so much," she spoke as enthusiastically as possible.

He took a deep breath. It was hard to tell whether his feelings were real or simply part of the act. "Well, I guess we have spent a lot of time together," he said, playing dumb.

"Yes! So much time! Ugh—it literally gives me life!"

Josh bore a bleak smile. "Me too—I was just thinking that."

"Then what are you waiting for, Daddy? Let's do it! Send me another grand, and we can do a video call for an hour," she confidently instructed him.

"I don't want this to change things between us. Will you be cool?" he asked casually.